People claim that the most wonderful feeling is to be loved ... everyone has people who love them, love comes in many different types; BUT to be lusted after reflects a heightened sense of sexuality. To know that someone wants you day and night, week after week, etc...

That makes homecomings even more wonderful.
We talk every night, teasing and reminding one another of our needs. We send tantalizing pictures and push each other to the brink. Then...
A night together of reconnection. Soft kisses, his arms around me holding me close and then...

young girls. I just love it when girls enjoy my body and tells me I'm sexy. The feeling of someone want me makes me feel loved. Or something... I don't what... But I love the feeling... Anyone wanna help me understand

for your body by complete strangers. Its such a big turn on to have people feel the need to openly lust after me and want to make it obvious to me and to everyone else around me.
I was in a small western town and just crossing the main street wearing some old camo BDUs, work...

same town. Any time us guys wanted to feel appreciated, we'd just go to the girls college library to study and meet new girls. The girls sure did show their appreciation for all men who came on their campus. These man starved and horny college girls would eye us young studs like...

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“I nibbled my lower lip. "If you could see into my past just by touching my back, you'd have a hard time resisting the temptation too."
"I have a hard time keeping my hands off you without that added bonus.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

Please Touch Me
Please touch me
The eternal ache
that I feel so deep inside
Only you have the means
to release the flood
that threatens to drown my very soul
I want to feel your touch...
Feel your fingers
your lips, your tongue
I beg you... please
Just touch me a...

that I loved to identify with was my insane wit and best believe my wit is insane and I'm a bucket of laughs. Anyway I never thought of myself as beautiful. Not ugly but nothing very special. I also convinced myself that I didn't care and I let my friends rate me below them...

the feeling of being desired for one thing only. It sends me reeling, gets my panties wet, makes me writhe between the sheets. I could never understand why people choose to repress the need to feel desired. It's amazing

the easy spontaneity
When you want someone/something
You go for it with all your heart
Cause sometimes you need it all
Cause sometimes your needs need fulfillment
Cause you have been freed from a prison
That only you can know....
Your shackles removed physically
Your thoughts...

As I round the corner in my office, I run into the brick wall that is his torso. We both halt suddenly and pull back. I smile and lower my lashes. Just a little. When I look again, he's still visually devouring me, mentally undressing me. I love it.
I let slip some papers...

when next I see you, with caresses, with ecstasy. I want to gorge you with all the joys of the flesh, so that you faint and die. I want you to be amazed by me, and to confess to yourself that you had never even dreamed of such transports…. When you are old, I want you to...

I growing up had never had a moment without that. Well that is how it felt anyway. I worked very hard at being the best me possible so I guess I was attractive to people. But I fell off my game quite a bit my lifestyle changed and then my body, personality, and habits followed...